Page 16 of Reclaiming Kendall

Works to my advantage today. It’s less clutter I have to clean off his desk. I leave the light off just in case one of the brothers walks back here first, I’ll have time to be decent. Undoing the top three buttons on my shirt, I hop up on the edge of the desk.

He only makes me wait a few minutes before I hear the door from the shop open and close. We have sex all the time, yet my heart still races in my chest like this is our first.

“Kendall?” Lucas calls out as his footfalls echo down the hall.

I try to hide the stupid grin threatening to take over when he rounds the corner and comes to a dead stop in the middle of the doorframe. With him in shock, I get a few seconds to gawk at his sexiness. A soft grey shirt hugs tight across his chest and upper arms, stopping at the top of his work jeans. Even in their broken-in state, they still fit snuggly at his hips and thighs. If there’s one thing I love more than his tattoos, it’s the way my man fills out a pair of jeans. It’ll never not turn me on, especially on any of the four of them.

“Are you just going to stand there all day, or what?” I tease, running a finger down the front of my chest and undoing another button in the process.

His mouth snaps shut as he saunters inside, shutting the door behind him with a smirk, “I thought you said you were tired, baby.”

“I was,” I admit as I part my knees to make room for him to squeeze between them. “Until I got here and was reminded of how sexy you are.”

He chuckles, and it quickly turns into a groan as I run my hands underneath his shirt. Lifting it a little, I brush my lips against the light speckle of hair that runs down the muscles of his stomach and disappears into the top of his pants.

With the door shut, it’s hard to make out anything in the dark, so I feel more than see when his head falls back. It’s not very often that we’re together without the lights on, so this is like a special treat.

Moving my attention to the tiny silver bars in his nipples, I pull one and then the other between my lips. A deep groan vibrates from his chest. It has me digging my fingers into his hips to yank him even closer.

My eyes are slowly adjusting to the darkness, and I can barely make out his lust-filled expression as he reaches back to grab a fistful of shirt and jerk it over his head in that sexy way only guys seem to be able to pull off.

Bare-chested, Lucas wastes no time leaning down to smash his lips against mine as his tongue runs along the seam enticing me to open for him. I don’t make him wait. As soon as his tongue brushes against mine, I want nothing more than to have my man naked and inside of me.

He pulls away only to bury his face in my neck. The new addition of scruff on his face rubs against my jawline as he teases the lobe of my ear. Screw the rest of the buttons on my shirt. I drop my hands down the front of my jeans. The sound of the zipper dropping has him refocusing.

“Please, baby,” I beg.

Taking my hands, he lays me back first against the desk before slipping my jeans the rest of the way off. Without saying a word, he undoes the last couple of buttons on my shirt before pushing my bra up exposing my breasts. The warmth from his lips closes over both of my already pebbled nipples and my heart rate spikes as I run my fingers through his hair to clutch him even tighter to me. A gasp leaves my mouth as I feel the pinch of his teeth.

For once, he manages not to destroy a pair of my panties as he hooks two fingers underneath the sides and eases them down my legs. He steps back as he removes them, and just as I’m about to reach for him, he’s back, lifting my ass to pull it to the edge of the desk. His arms go underneath my legs and the backs of my knees cradle into his bent elbows. Positioning himself at my opening, all it takes is one quick thrust, and he’s seated deeply inside of me.

Even though I know his brothers are still here and could possibly hear us, a moan slips from my lips. I can’t bring myself to care if they hear or not, and if I’m honest, it makes what we’re doing all the sexier. With the risk of getting caught or overheard.

Lucas starts to move, and I bite my lip. As good as it feels, I need more. I want my sweet Lucas to fuck me. Raising myself up, I put my palms down behind me. At this angle, it opens me even further to him. Not only is he bottoming out, but his body is brushing against my most sensitive spot with every thrust. My head falls back as my eyes roll up.

Tiredness all but forgotten, I push him even further, “Fuck me harder, baby.”

At my words, he loses himself and slams into me over and over giving me exactly what I’ve been asking for. After the third or fourth time, I feel myself careening over that edge of pure fucking bliss, and Lucas falls with me.

His sweaty face presses into my belly when he drops my legs, and we try to catch our breath. I drop to one elbow and use the other hand to run through the top of his hair, “I think I’m going to make it a thing to come visit you at work more often.”

He lets out a short laugh and turns his head to press a kiss against my belly button, “Baby, I’d love to have you come anytime.”

A giggle bubbles from my lips at his innuendo, and I use his chin to pull him up to me for a kiss, “You may regret saying that.”

“Never,” he grins then adds, “Now, let’s get you home to your other husbands before I flip you over and go for round two.”

I pull him back to me for one more kiss before we start getting dressed. There’s a delicious burn on my skin everywhere his shadow of facial hair has rubbed against, and I know there will be no hiding it once I get home, even if I wanted to.

“Watch your eyes,” he warns before flipping the overhead light on. Through a crack in my eyelid, I watch him grab his shirt from the corner to throw back over his head.

“I think you should keep the stubble thing you have going on,” I tell him as I’m slipping my sandals back on my feet.

“This?” he asks rubbing his palm across it.

I nod, and his eyes crinkle with his smile, “Maybe I will if you like it.”

Taking a step closer to him, I throw my arms around his middle as I reach up on my toes to skim my lips across the bottom of his jaw, “I like it.”

He claims my lips again before grabbing my hand and leading us out of the building. The shop is dark, and his brothers’ trucks are gone, so it’s possible they heard us as they were leaving.

Once again, as Lucas gives me a soft kiss and promises to see me at home, I realize I don’t care if his brothers heard or not. I feel loads better than when I first got here, and a smile splits my lips in half as I think about my other three men waiting for me at home. I crank up the song on the radio and sing along on the drive.

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